The Land of the Dead, Part Seven

As the wind brushed the sand both of them stood on, the man finally put his gun away properly. Upon seeing that, Neve looked around to make sure no enemies would interrupt this talk. 

"... I don't know why the fuck you're here, but you're better off going back the way you came. If the monster you're looking for is the one I'm thinking of, you've got no chance."

His words carried a strong sense of resentment. The man's eyes turned a dark shade of red as they met Neve's. The healer nodded. 

"What was your name again?" 

"Alexander." 

"Ah, okay. I'm Neve," the healer introduced herself. "That monster you mentioned earlier, what kind of monster is it?" 

"The only kind I've never killed," he replied bitterly. "My people called it a 'canvar'. Desert worm."